Part of my journal--

Yesterday morning, I really didn't feel like going to the park, and knew if God made it rain, I would have an excuse to stay home, but it was forecasted to be sunny all day (going to the park is not something one should feel he has to do, June!) I checked online and noticed God let it rain a little in the morning, as if to say, "Get rested now; but get out this afternoon, ok?"

The sun came out, and I went, but I remember never longing for rain so hard just to be able to rest. Somewhere in my mind tho', I didn't want to do what I knew other Christians did with their manipulating ways and using "God" merely to do what they themselves want. I wanted to be able to follow a God Who was "much bigger than that," Who, I don't know how to put it, "I couldn't push around." So in a sense, when it got sunny and I couldn't stay home, I wasn't completely unhappy. Not really.

But while I was at the park, it began to rain. I mean, hard. Not just misty, sprinkly, or even showers, but the pattering stuff. I'd started sketching but had to pack up and go home. It was as if God laughed, "Yes, I can make it rain. Of course I can make it rain. And you wanted me to show you I can let you get to the park first, THEN let the clouds release the drops of water? See?"

My God is MIGHTY!

This is my Father.